Just like the current Huasheng, Bo Xun might not have reached today's strength, right? But again, Bo Xun did not respect Hua Sheng as much as Chang'an does today.
So every time the results show that the future is different.
When Fengxi fell into self-reproach and fear, self-deprecated and didn't know what else he could do, Bairan and the others were really busy.
The border of the underworld, Fengdu Hell.
"Master, I know you're in a hurry, but it's no use looking for these things..."
"Let Xie go back quickly, these three-headed birds are really numb to me!"
Yu Qilin held his ears, the braids on his head were going up to the sky, and the goosebumps on his body were about to fall all over the ground.
Although she is 5,000 years old, her heart is like that of a child, and she can't cope with such a vicious beast that eats children's hearts and livers for a living.
If it weren't for the fact that he traveled all over the world in his early years and knew a lot of things, Yu Qilin would have pressed him to the bottom of hell and would never be able to come out.
"Great Emperor, if you want me to say that you might as well let me go and let me go out to see the strength of the current demon world, maybe I will win! I've made up for it, haven't I?"
"Now let me say, I didn't see it either. What can I know?"
The bird shook its three big heads and said to Yan Zhuo, three heads, six eyes, each with malicious intentions.
When the bird was talking, Yu Qilin instantly covered his ears again, with an expression of resistance that almost twisted his ears.
And the voice of the scorpion bird is very easy to describe. Its level of response is like the sound of scratching a blackboard with your fingers, and the harsh sound of sharp iron pipes rubbing against the floor...
Please imagine the sound for yourself!
"The crime you committed cannot be made up for even if you press it down for thousands of years."
"Want to go out, dream!"
Yan Zhuo looked at the movement of the scorpion bird, with fierce eyebrows and eyes, and then waved his hand to close the door. The scorpion bird was locked and pressed into the underground magma again, and then sent out painful hind legs, and the resentment around him was as endless as heat. scattered out.
Then those grievances were sucked into the body by Yan Zhuo in an instant, and Yan Zhuo's whole body became light again.
There is no way, who told him that he only lives on resentment, the more resentment, the more Yanzhuo's body will be filled, and the strength will be stronger, but at present, he still cannot open the barrier of the Seventy-two Illusions.
The angry 鵸鵌 almost vomited blood, and all six eyes were rolling their eyes. They could only keep persuading themselves not to be angry, not to let out resentment. The single room where it lives here is still warm, and there is no one else...
"Let's go, the next one, I don't believe it, there are tens of millions of strange and weird things in the whole building, and none of them can do anything!"
"Hurry up, I don't know what happened to Pluto, Fox Emperor."
Yan Zhuo just doesn't believe it, these things have something to do with demons, does Yan Zhuo believe that they can't get anything useful from their mouths
What's more, even if you really can't ask, if you absorb more resentment and strengthen Yan Zhuo's strength, maybe you will be able to open the enchantment of the Seventy-two Illusions that day!
This is also the way Yan Zhuo can think of.
After all, as long as he walks around Fengdu Hell, even if he does nothing, these things will make him angry, and then he will be able to uncontrollably release fresh resentment.
Even if he can't ask anything useful, he can still have a good meal.
No matter what.
Yu Qilin followed behind, always feeling that his master had turned bad, he was never so irritating before!